Life has been tumultuous. Life has been a swim downstream without me realizing it would turn into a climb up hill. Life has been questions asked and answers that werenít sought. Life, has been and is a four letter word that has constituted of every breath I took and am taking.
It has been a journey where people were met, befriended, loved, despised and then thrown up or down on the priority list.
Life has been tears shed in fits of sorrow indescribable and unknown to the closest of closed ones. It has been memories that scarred me from within and bruised the shell in which I keep thoughts hidden.
Life has been a windy road through a lively town where Iíve touched the lives of a few or at least I hope I have. On that road, Iíve seen demons that tormented angels and learnt that the demons were angels once. On that very shadowy road, Iíve learnt that some angels have neon halos disguised like real ones.
With eyes closed and images archived, I can see life at a thousand frames per second. These images sum up a movie that wouldnít sell through a weekend to the next. Hence only the fans that purchase this movie in its moisture-affected VHS form are thought of, whence breaths turn into sighs.
This life on the podium is symmetrical to other lives. Other lives that have questions whispered at the back of the background which in turn lies shadowed by the self-built prison called Routine. And Routines are like a virus that engulfs life in itself.
Hence this life, in such moments of contemplation, seeks to be heard by glorified in the form of words; but not all autobiographies are to be lettered.
Life is the first chapter in an eternal book that will end in the very ways that an author pens it. Truly, itís chapter II whichís most important.